It was dark, 4am and the oily streets running with black rivers of polluted city water had never seemed cleaner. I'd just collected from me ho's up on The Road.  The takings were down an' I was about to kick Shirley up her well heeled ass. Me boys were out on the rob.  We'd smashed up the brains of one little whelp who wouldn't pay up.  Thats me investments side y'see.  Me other name is Fagin - get it! Fagin!  old Charlie Dickens fer yer.  An I got a team o' a...